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I didn't pick him. I already had a dog, a dachshund to be exact. He belonged to my brother, Don. Don is a police officer in the U.S. Navy. In April 2010 he was issued new orders and being sent to a new location over seas. He asked our parents to keep Barley for him...for a year! They said they would, but they weren't too excited about it. At the time, I wasn't working, so everyday I would take my dachshund, Rocket to visit Barley. They would play together and run around. I began bringing Barley to my home to play and visit and have doggie sleepovers. I felt bad for Barley. I saw how wonderful he was and I felt I could take better care of him, then my parents. I could train him to do a few things and Rocket would have a buddy. I talked Don into letting me look after Barley. I worked with both dogs as much as I could, I walked them, and read as much as I could about dogs. I learned that GSD need a job. Barley and I worked hard, but only 6 weeks after having him, he tested and passed his CGC and Therapy Dog test. I knew that Don would be proud and I wanted him to know that I was taking great care of his dog. The months have passed, and Don's time overseas is complete. I secretly wanted to keep Barley but Don had trusted in me to take care of Barley. When Don came home he saw what Barley and I have...an unbreakable bond of loyalty, understanding, respect and dedication. I didn't know for sure until the day before Don was leaving to go back to his bas in Virginia, if Barley was staying with me or going with Don. The feeling of uncertainy ate at me, and I know how my brother must have felt when he had to leave Barley. I will forever be grateful to my brother for the best gift a sister could ever hope for...a best friend who never judges me, is always there for me, makes me laugh until I cry, and has made me healthier physically, mentally and emotionally!